It’s such an easy task
to hang three crystals
the shape and size of
ping-pong balls
on the east facing windows
of our cabin on the lake
and watch the room wake,
alive with glowing rainbow fairies,
dancing, spinning on the walls, the couch, the floor
and in my mind.

It’s such an easy step to inch
my toes, my feet, my legs, my hips, my heart
into our baptismal spring,
to feel the birthing soul
flow from the sacred center of my heart.

It’s such an easy slide
to lie between my lovers legs,
to lick her liquid lips
and with our bodies for flint,
ignite a life.

Why worry of the rocky paths and arduous climbs
when life is merely
the listening to the music
chimes create in the breeze
we have no part in creating
yet are free to hear?